((Okay well we can start and see how it goes.))
Silversong stretched in the early morning light. She looked around the camp, it was quiet. She sighed. The clearing had been like this since the badger attack. She'd been alone, the others either killed, or fled to become loners or kittypets. But I'm not alone, not anymore. Thinking of Falcon she looked around listening carefully. She heard his breathing from the warriors den. She smiled. She liked the toms company, and she felt safer wit him around. She sat and started to wash as she waited for him to get up.